#will always infuriate me

[ghooostbaby]

or i would say... find some other viewpoints. find some people talking about and thinking about romance that points to what is interesting and valuable about it. think about why you find it meaningful, what good stuff it brings to your life, formulate those thoughts into an argument which you can share or not. but at least will give you some confidence and solidity in your own viewpoint when you see people arguing against it. if you share it maybe other people who feel the same will comment and it will feel nice to bond over that ...

i always find that when people argue against "this is bad don't read/watch it" they come up with something that is opposite but just as wrong. like... "this is bad don't read" becomes "this doesn't actually mean anything and is just for leisure and so it doesn't matter, just having fun in your meaningless leisure activity". because even if it's "just for fun", would you do it if it doesn't have meaning? value? worth? there's something in it that even if it's "silly little romance stories" has enough value for you that you keep doing it even if it's uncomfortable to be told it's problematic. depending on what you mean by "medicine" it can very much be medicine but in a good way, like it brings something healing to you, maybe. it changes you in a way that you need... leisure, enjoyment, play, fun is still meaningful, these counterpoints are as dismissive as the original argument in a way, i think.

idk maybe a weird ask but any advice on how to enjoy romance books without being bummed out by discourse? i know they aren’t the pinnacle of literature or anything, but the recent stuff people have been saying about romance not counting as books has been kind of discouraging. have no idea why i’m asking this, i just wanna read my silly gay romance in peace without feeling guilty i’m not reading Super High Brow Literature. currently my main method is reading out of sheer spite, but any other advise is helpful. it��s not even just online, i get this irl too.

hey man in the most respectful way possible. who gives a shit. reading is for fun and guilt is for catholics. do whatever you want forever.

[brainrotcharacters]

the easy grip on the knife. the leg over the seat. the hand over the other seat. the sassy "come get it" move. you know the bitch is smiling behind that mask even as he said the line.

[featheredadora]

[salsa-valentina]

"just start right now. don't worry about how long it's gonna take. just take the first step. how are you ever gonna do something for 10 years if you won't even do it for one day?"

(x)

[juniperhillpatient]

the way some of y'all speak so condescendingly to & about vegans & vegetarians or just people trying to recycle or do a little better for the world is sick actually. sorry corporations are the real problem & everything is hopeless but I'm a receptionist lmao I won't fix that in my lifetime but I can minimize the animal products I buy & recyle & try not to buy aersol products & be nice to people. sorry the idea of doing the bare minimum infuriates some of u guys to ur cores but like. get fucked

[bibibbon]

Izuku to Shoto : "Because you're so caring yourself... it's like you're waiting (to forgive him)..."

Izuku to Tomura: "Everything you did... I couldn't let it stand. That why I fought (and killed)..."

Either Izuku is a hypocrite or he got character development that he never directed toward Enji. Favoritism TM.

As much as I love Izuku and the potential his character had I personally believe that he just never had any worthy development in the series. Honestly his actions make no sense to me sometimes and he ends up contradicting himself so much it boggles my brain.

I like to think that izuku isn't a hypocrite and that horikoshi is just making him out of character and bending his character in ways to satisfy what he wants to say.

Look Izuku being angry at tomura makes sense considering that shigaraki has put Izuku's life and the lives of izukus loved ones in danger trying to kill them so that makes sense. However, I think the way the whole izuku and shigaraki thing was handled was horrible from both sides. They lacked development so yes Izuku saying that he wants to save shigaraki made no proper sense because he doesn't know shigaraki and shigaraki doesn't know Izuku. This is the reason why hori had to speed run the memory sharing thing that prioritised shigarakis memories instead of having it be a two way thing (aka it was only there for izuku to learn about Shigaraki and his backstory). In the end the whole shigaraki and izuku thing is underdeveloped from both sides and leaves a bad taste in my mouth while making me question what Izuku's point ever was (like I don't think Izuku did it out of pride but it was so horribly executed that I don't think Izuku just did it to help shigaraki)

I have already talked about my opinions on what izuku said about enji and how I think it's out of character for him and hori again bending his character to say such things but what irritates me most is that izuku isn't oblivious he is also an abuse victim. Izuku a character that gets robbed of agency and autonomy is controlled to say that an abuser has developed and deserves to be forgiven which makes me so livid especially because Izuku has never gotten the chance to confront his own abuser or even acknowledge his own abuse so this is just straight up cruel from hori.

In the end this also sends a horrible message of you have to forgive and be the perfect victim to be saved and have a chance at life while witnessing your abuser never getting concequences for their actions.

[hailsatanacab]

"give me a fandom and a prompt and i'll give you at least five sentences"

Ok then.

Jazz, Danny and Bruce are in the same age range, and Bruce has been harboring a massive crush on 7'foot tall Jazz since just after he began his training journey.

His kids know about and are mercyless. Danny thinks he's a bit of a fruit loop and 100% knows Bruce has a crush on his sister.

Into the future his coworkers find out that batman has been quietly pining after the Ghost Kings sister for years.

Chaos.

love that this reads as a challenge. Ok then. Write it. i will, let's goooo!

(sorry i kinda took it so that Jazz, Danny, and Bruce were all old friends but in that horrible adult way where you can only hang out with each other once in a blue moon when your work schedules miraculously align)

——

"Respectfully, Batman, you can take your "it's not necessary" and you can shove it up your arse. There's a demon the size of a skyscraper heading towards Metropolis and we need reinforcements."

"Superman can—"

"Superman can't. You do remember the part of the report I made telling you this, right? Or did your stubborn little bat brain just shut down when I mentioned magic?"

"Actually," Nightwing interrupts from the side, a shit-eating grin on his face, "I think his brain shut down when you mentioned the Ghost King."

"Nightwing." Batman growls in warning, his jaw clenching so hard Constantine can swear he hears the bones creaking.

Nightwing just snickers, and turns away to press a finger to his ear, no doubt letting the rest of the bat brood in on what's happening here... Whatever that is. All Constantine knows is that Batman is standing between him and fixing this mess for no God-forsaken reason.

Luckily, some of the more reasonable members of the League step in to try and talk some sense into Batman. It gives him some time to calm down.

"Batman. We need him. I know you dislike working with unknowns, but he's our best shot."

It actually looks like Wonder Woman might be getting through to him, Batman even opens his mouth to actually explain some things—a huge step forward for this incredibly emotionally constipated man.

Instead, Nightwing snorts and beats him to it. "Unknowns? More like—"

"Nightwing, please."

"Oh, for Pete's sake, get your head out of your arse and let me do this. The Ghost King is our only hope. I'm summoning him, no matter what you say."

For a long second, Constantine thinks that he'll refuse and he might have to resort to more violent methods of persuasion—which, honestly, Constantine has fantasised about many times during the more boring JL meetings—but eventually, Batman relents and steps out of the way.

"Fine. Nightwing, go check in with Red Robin."

Nightwing has the kind of devious smile that makes John glad he doesn't have kids.

"Oh, don't worry about it, B. Red Robin's coming here. So's Red Hood, I don't need to go anywhere."

"Nightwing—"

"Sh, it's starting." So saying, Nightwing then very obviously ignores Batman's protests with a poker face that even Constantine envies. What he wouldn't give to be able to shut the bat out like that.

The summoning goes quickly, thankfully. The lights flicker, the temperature drops, and the chalk circle erupts in green flames. Standard summoning practices, sure. Even the impromptu appearance of Red Hood and Red Robin—"Did we miss him?", "No, not yet! I got 2:37, what about you guys?"—doesn't throw him off.

It does pique his interest, though. Just what the hell is going on with them? Constantine's weighing up the pros and cons of asking them once all of this is over when the ground splits open and the clawed hand of the Ghost King begins to pull himself out of the ground.

John's a seasoned summoner. It's practically his job, he's done it countless times.

The icey fear that grips his heart, that freezes his breath in his chest, is new.

Pure, unadulterated power floods the area and he feels small, so, so small, like a child playing with things he doesn't understand. When he finally tears his eyes away from the portal, he catches a glimpse of the other magic users in the room, the same horror he feels clear in their faces. Even Captain Marvel stares slackjawed.

The pressure rises, death magic screaming in his ears, almost forcing him to his knees, and suddenly he's not so sure this is a good idea.

Too late to back out now, though.

Sickly green light pours from the crack in the ground, growing brighter and brighter as the giant figure rises, until Constantine has to close his eyes and look away. The last thing he sees are eyes, teeth, horns, a crown so bright that it burns an afterimage into his retinas.

When the light dies down and he opens his eyes again, a humanoid man floats in the centre of the circle. The ground is whole, nothing is burning, the man doesn't even have a crown. Instead, other than the wispy white hair, slightly green skin, and the—you know—floating, the Ghost King appears pretty normal. Huh.

Constantine blinks, rubbing his bleary eyes, and checks around to make sure everyone's okay. Most of the League are doing the same as him, taking fortifying breaths and trying to appear as if they've not just been completely blinded.

Most of them, that is, aside from the Gotham vigilantes.

Batman himself stands upright, arms crossed, looking completely unbothered by the whole thing and John's got to admit, he wishes he could do that, too. That was... a hell of a show.

The others, however, are waving frantically with huge smiles on their faces.

What?

There's a brief, taut silence, as everyone else tries to catch their breath.

As much as he would rather take a bit of a breather, John should probably start making introductions. Unfortunately, he only gets as far as opening his mouth before the Ghost King beats him to it.

"Oh, Ancients, hey guys! It's been forever, how are you? Look at you all, so grown up, wow—Nightwing, buddy, do a flip!"

It doesn't take much to get Nightwing going, and he certainly doesn't leave it at one flip. The whole of the Justice League and Justice League Dark watch with open mouths as Nightwing performs for the Ghost King.

What, and John can't stress this enough, the fuck?

As soon as Nightwing rights himself, Red Hood swats him across the back of the head and calls him a show off.

The Ghost King just laughs as he claps. "There's my little monkey, look at you go! And I'm loving that leather jacket, Hood, is that new? Looks good on you, really your colour. Brings out the red in your helmet."

"Thanks, Uncle D. At least someone around here appreciates fashion."

"Are you kidding me, you know I breathe fashion, need I remind—"

"Need I remind you of the Discowing incident?"

"That was era-appropriate and you know it! Uncle D, tell him it was era-appropriate!"

"It was era-appropriate, but so are crocs and it doesn't make them fashionable." The Ghost King—and holy shit, is this actually the Ghost King? Or did Constantine just accidentally summon a deceased family member, what the fuck is happening here?—turns to look at Red Robin with a smile, resolutely ignorning the argument he created. "How you doing, Double R? You get that tablet Tucker made for you?"

"Yes, thank you! It's so cool, how did he—"

"How's Tucker doing?" Batman interrupts, his hands now hidden underneath his cape.

As soon as the question leaves his lips, everyone groans. Red Robin makes a show of lifting up his wrist and staring at it intently.

"Incredible," Red Hood mutters with a shake of his head.

Even the Ghost King seems put out, rolling his eyes and answering in a flat tone as if he knows Batman isn't interested in what he has to say.

Not for the first time, Constantine feels like he's missing something.

"Tucker's doing very well, thank you for asking."

What follows is the most awkward silence Constantine has ever had the pleasure to be a part of.

All three of the Gotham vigilantes, including the Ghost King, are staring at Batman, waiting for something. Batman's cloak shifts as if he's moving his hands, fidgeting. If Constantine didn't know any better, he'd say he was nervous.

"Good. That's good, I'm glad to hear it."

Instead of saying anything else, the Ghost King just raises his eyebrows and continues to stare at Batman. Has he offended him in some way? Are they all going to die because of this?

After what seems like an agonising few minutes but could only really be a few seconds, Batman's shoulders dip and he takes a breath. "And Jazz?"

They all erupt into shouts, the Ghost King being the loudest. The only thing John can make out is when the Ghost King throws his hand in the air to point at Red Robin with a shout of "Time!"

"1:30.91, we got 1:30.91 on the clock, who's closest?"

"Did you even try to hold it in at all, old man? I'm so disappointed in you. People think you're cool. People think you're suave, I don't understand how they could be so wrong."

"Thank you for that, Hood."

"No, thank you, I won. Again. Because you're so predictable. Actually, I had one minute seventeen, so you held out longer than I thought you would."

Batman pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs loudly.

Constantine feels like doing the same thing.

Whatever. He's going to have to interrupt... whatever this is. There's still a rampaging demon heading their way that they've got to bargain for. He can untangle Batman's personal connection to the Ghost King later. Or he could leave it alone and forget everything about it.

Yeah, he'll do that one.

But before he can actually open his mouth to say anything, the Ghost King, again, beats him to it.

"So, B-Man, did you summon me here for a particular reason, or was it really just so you could ask about Jazz?"

There's a beat of silence before Batman mutters, "I asked about Tucker, too. We've not seen each other in so long, it's only polite."

"And I'm sure you meant it, you're the paragon of manners." The Ghost King nods slow and wide-eyed as if he doesn't believe him at all.

At this point, even Constantine doesn't believe him.

"It has been forever, though." The Ghost King muses, bringing his hand to his chin and folding his legs underneath him. "We should all get together sometime! If you get Alfie to make some of his cookies again, I'll get Clockwork to lend us a pocket dimension where we can spend as much time as we want, deal?"

"It's a deal."

No hesitation at all, incredible.

Hold on. Wait. John has to fight the urge to pinch himself, because this has to be a dream, right? Is Batman actually smiling? He didn't even know he could do that.

An itch niggles at the back of John's mind. He's starting to get an inkling of what's going on here and it's... weird, to say the least.

"Oooh," Nightwing singsongs, like a child in a playground tickled by the very idea of romance.

But then, who's he to judge? John's no stranger to strange bedfellows, that's for sure. Whoever this Jazz is, she must be something incredible—she'd have to be, if Batman can't even go two minutes without asking about her.

"Batman and Jasmine sitting in a tree," Nightwing continues, with both Red Hood and Red Robin joining in for the rest. "K—I—S—S—I—"

"Stop," Batman growls, completely drowned out by the Ghost King's laughter, but...

But.

It all suddenly clicks for John.

The Ghost King Phantom.

Her Royal Highness, Princess Jasmine Phantom.

Jazz.

"Holy shit, mate," John breathes, unable to stop himself as everyone looks his way. "You have the hots for the Princess of the Infinite Realms?"

The Justice League meeting room has never descended into chaos quicker.

[foursaints]

okay new freddie anon 🤗🤗 hi saints 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗

I need to know more about freddie, srsly.

well. he’s easily my favorite out of all of them (board)

i guess it’s important to me that you guys know freddie is a good 8-10 years older than theo… he’s a stock broker in his early 30s who pretty much exclusively goes after scandalously younger trophy boyfriends. to stomp on

[stpansy]

the essays i could write about how pete has always pushed the envelope of gender presentation with regards to his fashion sense and how that gets ignored or swept under the rug or mocked because people think his fashion sense is ugly or cringe… like regardless of how you feel about his aesthetic you have to admit that out of his peers he has almost always been most often playing in the intersection between fashion and traditional gender presentation. the skirts aren’t new. even the eyeliner and (women’s) skinny jeans existed as a similar symbol back in the day

[chaoticevilspacewitch]

Bit of worldbuilding to accompany my "most of the women in RWBY are clearly sapphic" headcanon obviously correct opinion:

Getting your aura unlocked, through becoming a Huntress or some other means, is very common amongst the sapphic women of Remnant, due to the possibility of aura conception. When two people's souls are very closely aligned, it is possible for them, during a moment of intense intimacy (not always sexual, although that's the most common cause), to merge their auras and spontaneously create an embryo with a new soul in the womb of a participant. No baby batter required.

[krispiecake]

tell me why i can hear another tenants fucking music from my flat. HE DOESNT EVEN LIVE IN MY BUILDING. HE LIVES IN A COMPLETELY SEPARATE BUILDING ON THE SECOND FLOOR AND I CAN HEAR HIS MUSIC FROM MY FLAT. MY FLAT WHICH IS IN A DIFFERENT SEPARATE BUILDING.

[lucid-daydreaming-art]

this is like the third time ive had to post something like this but you guys need to stop treating unodum like a celebrity or fangirl over him or act like its some sort of gift to be talked to by him or especially treat his friends weirdly because they talk to him regularly. ive gotten word that his friends are being treated as special just because they have connections to him and being asked to like say stuff to him or whatever??? which is legitimately very very gross behavior. cause its not only really uncomfortable for uno but it gets very awkward and uncomfortable for me and his friends. im aware my popularity in the regretevator fandom is largely because im associated with him and in all honesty from the START that concept has made me pretty upset. neither me nor his other friends want to be seen as special just because we’re close to him. its part of why i didnt make much outside of the blog AND why i just abandoned the blog and the fandom altogether. i think a lot of you guys are a younger audience and are still learning internet etiquette and social boundaries, but this needs to be a lesson in how NOT to treat others on the internet, especially content creators. this isnt to say dont attempt to build friendships with people you think are cool and feel like you have things in common with, but you cant go into that with the mindset of “i worship you notice me.” you need to understand that no matter how popular your favorite creator is, theyre literally just a person. thats it. just a person. not a god, not a character, just a person. im really fed up

[andorerso]

additional thoughts re my last reblog: I think another reason I like "touch me and she'll kill you" better is that it defies the gender expectations a bit. for so long you only saw the man being the big strong protective one in media, and the woman was the damsel in distress who needed his rescuing, and now it just leaves a bad taste in my mouth, so I'm kinda wary of the "touch her and die" trope for that reason. it's not automatically bad, and can be executed well, but it can still often lean into the "she's just a fragile little woman she needs me to protect her" territory and I emphatically hate that. I find it works best when it's mutual.

[pcktknife]

if I go into clam blitz and see an enemy brush I turn that shit off immediately I'm not playing with the fucking flash

[ratatatastic]

OKAY SO WHAT YOURE TELLING ME.

is that THIS photo was preluded by

THESE antics. The antics that are mikksy after becoming a stanley cup champion choosing not to hug lombo but tease him with the hallway ritual™ and lombo just grabs him into a hug anways and mikksy craddles him back...the most ultimate form of pigtail pulling... mikksy... like what the hell am i supposed to do with this now